Madame Desroches went to her room somewhat out of humor, and even attempted to overhear the conversation, but Helene bolted the outer door.
"Ah, Gaston," said she, "I have been expecting you. I did not sleep last night."
"Nor I, Helene; but I must admire all this splendor."
Helene smiled.
"And your head-dress—how beautiful you are, like this."
"You do not appear much pleased."
Gaston made no reply, but continued his investigations.
"These rich hangings, these costly pictures, all prove that your protectors are opulent, Helene."
"I believe so," said Helene, smiling, "yet I am told that these hangings, and this gilding, which you admire, are old and unfashionable, and must be replaced by new."
"Ah, Helene, you will become a great lady," said Gaston, sighing; "already I am kept waiting for an audience."